#oc: indra

[levinbolts]

yes, darling, whatever you want, you can have it 🙄

[nitrozem]

Saw Citra and Indra (The sims I used to try 4 rent) out and about!

Their daughter (and Bug's girlfriend) Dewi, was also there talking to Hyacinth for a bit

[gorjee-art]

LADY INDRA ARCHFEY OF WINTER-COURT

"The most beautiful woman beyond this world With a tongue so sharp it can cut the apple from a man's eye and shear the spring from his step." -@amyriadofmyself our DM She whispers her name, with a cold scowl in her voice. "Indra..." -Sheng

[lillymakesart]

my new OC: cempaka!

she is based on the story/universe that my friend @haydardotjpg's OCs indra and yuwei exist in! pls go checkout haydar's art he is amazing!! his ocs can be found more easily on his ig but if you're lazy this is his oc indra (cempaka's one-sided love interest) and yuwei (indra's fated lover)

also, cempaka means "magnolia" in malay!! (she gets a flower name bc my name is lilly which is also flower c:)

bonus first iteration under the cut!

i accidentally had "poinsettia" flower in mind when i did this iteration instead of an actual magnolia, hence the color scheme. but yeah, this is as self-insert as it gets LOL like she's literally MEEEEEE but still very different and i love her as she is <3

[chicinlicin]

happy new year~☁️🌙🌼

[murielmierch]

Indra with his wife Shachi (fan character)

Music in video: "India in my mind" by Ostin

[kankuroplease]

PLEASEEEEEE CAN WE GET MORE OF THE FOURTH UCHIHA BROTHER? (the one coming before Izuna jeje).

I LOVE THE RESEMBLANCE WITH INDRA!!!!!!!!

what if, in a weird AU, they came across each other?

Thanks! I think Tenko would annoy Indra as he’s a bit (a lot) because he’s so mischievous and unserious. Probably hit him with a “thanks for the face, gramps!”, “do people ask if you’re a woman too?”, Or a hypothetical scenario of if Indra thinks that if he (Tenko) got with a brunette, he’d make little Indra 3.0 😅

[riririkinzi]

More art of Indra Goldenheart he's a menace and a sweetheart at the same time

And here are the Headcanons

-Still finding out his sexuality

-Flowerchild since birth

-Inherited Bal's curls (hc that bal has curls when it's loose)

-Got Ambro's blond hair but slowley faded when he got older yet he still wants it blonde

-Makes his own jewerly with not only plastic beads but also beads made out of clay

-90% Vegetarian but 10% is chicken no one knows why he hates chickens

-He wears some punk accessories from Nimona's either as hand me down or gift

-Laid back but he's very hardworking

-Flowerchild but he doesn't have an innocent mind

-Likes to sit back and watch Nimona causing chaos

-He only accepts clothes, make up and everything else that are vegan

-Inherited Bal's doe eyes, but people often seen his eyes sleepy and droopy

-He says the dirtyest and darnest things to make people say "WTF!?" Mentally as a combat

-People often mistaken him for a girl which bothers him a bit, if they don't respond nicely

-100% hippy femboy with sass

-He can wear short, and skimpy tops if he wears long flowing and loose bottoms and vice versa (unless it's a good day for a swim)

[ninjakitten1699]

Garmadon’s got four hands and a tail so I think it fair that he lets his two husbands, his boyfriend, his sorcerer ex, and the wife he deserves hold them.

[levinbolts]

sure, that smile looks cute but what's going on in that head definitely isn't

[nitrozem]

I moved them to a bigger rental and there's mold...and ghosts? Great!

[chimeclan-tales]

Moon 2 - Newleaf

Muscle Memory

TW - mentions of disease (and its graphic symptoms), implied death, blood in the second image

Finally. I’m far enough.

The gray tom could no longer hold his excitement. It took too long to convince his clanmates he was asleep, and even longer to navigate the bramble walls of the camp. 

They’re waiting.

He quickened his pace and pushed through the undergrowth. It was a perfect night to spend with…

“Sunbloom?” He whispered. He recognized their scent, but they were nowhere to be seen. “Apologies, I’m late.”

“Oh, what a gentletom,” A teasing voice meowed from the treetops. He looked to a branch above, and there they were. The familiar ginger pelt and blue eyes. Almost violet, like iris flowers. “Come, the view up here is worth seeing.”

He sighed but obliged. The cats slowly climbed through the branches– until they were at the highest point.

Although the moon was as thin as a claw, it covered the forest in a soft, mellow glow. The stars twinkled above, and the cool Newleaf breeze brushed past them. A moment of peace, from all the bustling activity in the clans.

“How have you been?” Beetail meowed softly.

“You sound like we’re from different clans,” His partner let out a soft purr. “Like we haven’t seen each other in moons.”

“But you haven’t left the healers’ den all day.”

Sunbloom sighed, and rested their head against Beetail’s shoulder. He could feel their soft fur and steady breathing.

“Sunbloom?”

“...The sickness seems more complicated than we thought,” They meowed, no longer hiding the weariness in their voice. 

“What happened?”

“The remedies for aching joints have done nothing. Gravelpelt can barely move. Nectarkit might not make it tomorrow.” 

“I thought the kit visited you for bruises…” Beetail tried to suppress the dread building up in his throat.

“Ghostflood had shared prey with Gravelpelt,” They continued. “She hasn’t shown any symptoms, but maybe passed it through her milk. Even Rimethorn has told me to be careful around Fogstar’s reopened wounds. The blood could pass it.” 

Beetail curled his tail tighter around Sunbloom.

“But I’m being careful, don’t worry.”

“That doesn’t change how dangerous this all is.”

“I know, but we can’t stop and do nothing,” Their blue eyes met his yellow ones. “StarClan gave us a prophecy. There will be a cure...”

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“Beetail?”

Windstar’s voice snapped the senior warrior out of his thoughts. He was no longer in the forests of IrisClan. Here and now, these were the meadows of ChimeClan.

“Can you repeat that?” Beetail flicked his ear, annoyed at himself. All this talk about StarClan was getting to him. 

“Did you visit StarClan at the Moon Falls?” Windstar meowed as he padded along the border. 

“...Nightsplash did,” Beetail finally meowed. “I don’t intend to visit until I drop dead.”

“But things are different now. Don’t you even want to see your mate again?”

Windstar’s met them?

“No.”

Beetail could feel Windstar’s gaze on his pelt. Although they were once from different clans, the journey made the leader familiar with his mannerisms. Including his shifting paws and shortened responses when he lied.

“Beetail…”

“It was their fault they died!” He spat. “So righteous… Thinking they were some invincible prophecy cat, then left to slowly die from the Rotting. I would’ve preferred if a monster had taken them!”

“It was Sunbloom’s choice–”

“A mousebrained choice!”

He didn’t want to leave his clan to die, but he couldn’t keep watching Sunbloom’s slow death. No, he didn’t even get to watch it. 

After moons of toil, Sunbloom’s final moments were spent alone. Despite the pain from their bones, the blood dripping from their muzzle, they marched deep in the forest. A final desperate search for the strange herb StarClan had promised.

It was never found. 

“I don’t know what StarClan was thinking back then,” He hissed. “I don’t know what Sunbloom– what anyone was thinking! None of it made sense. I don’t–”

Both cats stopped the moment they heard barking in the distance.

“GULLPAW!”

Their fur prickled as a cat screamed in pain. The small body of an apprentice was thrown out of the jaws of a dog.

With a nod, Windstar jumped across the SpikeClan border. Beetail shook his pelt and all his thoughts out. It was time to focus.

“Paws off him, mutt!” A brawny she-cat slashed at the dog’s muzzle. 

Before it could retaliate, Windstar had landed and dug his claws into its back. It turned, trying to buck him off, but the she-cat swiped at its hind legs.  

Beetail ran past them to check on the poor apprentice. The brown tabby’s eyes were wide with fear, and his leg had been mangled.

StarClan, he looks like he just turned six moons. I need to stop the bleeding.

“W-who… Who—”

“Don’t worry,” Beetail meowed as he searched the nearby trees for cobwebs. The battle between the dog and the two cats continued, but Beetail knew what Windstar was capable of. “I’m here to help.”

A soft breeze tugged at his fur and guided his gaze. He jumped and dug his claws into the tree trunk. He wanted to relish the familiar feeling of his claws in the wood, but a cat needed help.

The cobwebs were now in his mouth, and from above, he could spot the forest floor below. He leapt to where the stalks of a plant laid.

“Eat these,” He ran back to the apprentice. “Thyme will help with the shock.”

“T-Time? Am I–” “The leaves.”

The apprentice obeyed as Beetail patched his leg with the cobwebs. The sounds of battle had died down, and two cats now approached them.

“Oi!” The brawny SpikeClan cat yelled. She, like Windstar, was lucky to avoid any injuries, and could run at full speed. “Is Gullpaw alright?”

“His condition is stable,” Beetail meowed. “But be careful bringing him back to camp.”

“You ChimeClan cats had no business bein’ here,” She meowed. “But. Uh. Thank you. As the deputy of SpikeClan, my clanmates will hear of this.”

She approached her apprentice who, with Windstar’s help, clambered onto her back. 

“T-Thank you…” Gullpaw meowed softly. “ChimeClan…”

As the SpikeClan cats disappeared into the forest, Beetail suddenly sat down. The adrenaline had dissipated, and his aged muscles started to complain.

“Beetail?”

“...I’m alright,” He sighed. “I think… I’ll need a break from patrolling.”

Previous Moon Event - An Annoying Kitten

Next Moon Event - COMING SOON

[loafleyyy]

Small break from the headshots to draw my two favorite sillies

[chicinlicin]

my friends' guys' guys

i'm in ancients brainrot hee hoo

[spadeprincesss]

Some OC doodles I did as warm ups, tomorrow I’ll try to pump out some other FS ideas I had on the back burner.

Ponytail guy is Fenn and horned guy is Mika, middle one in the last drawing is Indra, all three belong to @slayslothesikmo my beloved! ❤️

Other two OCs are my babies.

[satorugorjus]

JUDGEMENT.

I had SO much fun doing this piece for my current Storm King's Thunder Campaign. This is Indra, our party's scourge aasimar zealot barbarian!

Context for the image under the cut.

Our current campaign is storm king's thunder, and my character Indra is a scourge aasimar zealot barbarian. The party's made it to the Fire Giant's Volcano after learning that the Yak folk have been taking people as slaves for the giants. After defeating the Yak folk, we're crawling through the forge to try and steal a quest item from Duke Zalto. One of the NPCs has a brother enslaved in the forge, so we agreed to escort her to him.

After finding where he was, we had to fight some ogres, but not before they called for backup. We fought our first fire giant, and our bard was able to get him prone using Tasha's Hideous Laughter. I asked the DM if Indra could just decapitate him since we'd been fighting for a while, and my DM stated that if her attack rolls did considerate enough damage, he'd allow her to kill him on his turn.

She did 62 damage, which allowed me to describe a very cool scene of her dragging her axe behind her (to mirror the way he dragged his hammer behind him).

In two cleaves of her axe, the laughter went silent.

Thank you to our DM and our Bard for setting up such a cool opportunity!!!